Transmigrated as an Alpha, the Fox Spirit Lives on Pheromone - Chapter 2

Jiang Li curled up on the plush carpet, sleeping like a small, insecure animal, her fox tail now retracted into her body.

Yet this was the most comfortable sleep she’d had in memory. The surrounding temperature was just right, the rug beneath her soft, and even her perpetually empty stomach was full for once.

But no matter how peaceful the environment, Jiang Li still retained the innate alertness of an animal. Even in sleep, she could sense approaching danger.

The woman woke from her slumber, her stomach hollow and her body uncomfortably sticky. Instinctively, she touched the scent gland on the back of her neck—it no longer burned as it had before.

A faint sound of breathing reached her ears, startling her so much that she bolted upright. Her gaze immediately fell on Jiang Li, curled up beneath the bed. Seeing her harmless and fast asleep, the woman relaxed. At the same time, her mind involuntarily replayed the details of her heat—how she had allowed excessive physical contact and even let this woman kiss her scent gland!

If not for her irregular cycles, where neither suppressant shots nor scent patches worked, she would never have resorted to such desperate measures as kidnapping someone.

She had tried spending her heat with other Alphas before, but without exception, it had ended in failure—the nausea from physiological disgust still vivid in her memory.

So why was this time different? She hadn’t resisted intimacy with this woman at all. Frowning slightly, she studied Jiang Li thoughtfully, trying to discern what set her apart from other Alphas.

She appeared to be in her early twenties, perhaps slightly younger than herself. Her lashes were long and curled, her nose straight, her lips thin and rosy. Sleeping so peacefully, she was quite a pleasing sight.

The woman stretched out a foot to wake her—she had no intention of spending the entire night with a stranger.

But before her foot could make contact, a hand closed around her pale ankle.

She hissed in pain, meeting Jiang Li’s gaze.

In an instant, the wild ferocity in those eyes shifted into something innocent and cautious—so quickly that the woman wondered if she’d imagined it. She stared at Jiang Li’s face, struck by how much more beautiful she seemed compared to their first meeting. Especially her eyes, slightly upturned at the corners, strikingly fox-like and alluring.

Before she could dwell on it, a stammered apology reached her ears, “S-sorry, I… didn’t mean to.” The words were naive, fragile, like a well-behaved child admitting fault—impossible to scold.

Rubbing her reddened ankle, the woman felt her irritation soften at Jiang Li’s pitiful expression. Though there was something oddly dissonant about those fox-like eyes paired with such a vulnerable demeanor.

“It’s fine,” the woman said, straightening her posture as she looked down at Jiang Li. Casually, she asked, “What’s your name?”

Jiang Li opened her mouth, then quickly swallowed the name that almost slipped out. Fragments of the original host’s painful memories surfaced—she couldn’t risk being sent back. Choosing concealment instead, her gaze flickered nervously, betraying her lack of experience with lying.

The woman noticed her fidgeting, smiling knowingly as she waited for an answer.

Jiang Li pressed her lips together. Suddenly, a little girl’s voice echoed in her mind: “Ah Li, let’s go play together.”

“Ah Li,” Jiang Li repeated the name without thinking.

A flicker of surprise crossed the woman’s eyes. “Your name is Ah Li? Which ‘Li’?”

Jiang Li hadn’t meant to speak aloud. Flustered, her eyes landed on the fox plushie resting on the bedside table. Guessing the woman must like foxes—and being a fox spirit herself—she stammered, “The ‘Li’ from ‘fox.’”

The woman’s lips curved into a faint, self-mocking smile. “Ah Li,” she continued gently, “do you remember why you were wandering in Huayin Alley? Where is your family?”

Jiang Li shook her head, her tone indifferent as though unwilling to linger on the past. “I… I don’t remember.”

Since she had been wandering in such a place and seemed reluctant to speak of her past, the woman didn’t press for answers, nor did she take offense at the obvious evasion. She simply nodded. “Maybe it’s better that you don’t remember. So, what are your plans now?”

At this question, Jiang Li inexplicably flushed. She stole a timid glance at the woman before lowering her head shyly, hesitating before finally mumbling, “Could you… take me in? Your pheromones are delicious.” After speaking, she nervously twisted the hem of her clothes, awaiting the woman’s response. She had never spoken to anyone for this long before, and the brief exchange had made her naive heart trust the woman. Nor had she ever been intimate with anyone else, stirring a faint fondness in her heart. And the woman’s pheromones were utterly intoxicating—having tasted such exquisite pleasure, she’d rather starve than go back to scraps.

The woman regarded Jiang Li calmly. Her mercantile instincts made her weigh the benefits of this arrangement, but then she remembered she still needed help through her heat cycles. So, she replied with a simple, “Fine.”

Jiang Li looked at her in disbelief, joy overflowing in her eyes. Her body trembled slightly, and after a long struggle, she finally managed to whisper, “Thank you,” exhaling in relief afterward.

Jiang Li’s docility made the woman’s heart itch. She got out of bed, crouched in front of Jiang Li, and gently lifted her chin. “Ah Li, since I’m taking you in, if you ever remember your past, you must tell me.”

Jiang Li nodded emphatically. “Ah Li understands.” Not remembering fully meant she wasn’t breaking any promises by staying silent—or so she told herself.

The woman’s breath carried a faint hint of passionfruit. Jiang Li leaned in closer, greedily inhaling, and the woman actually blushed at the gesture. Flustered, she took a few steps back. Clearly, teasing others wasn’t in her nature.

“You… don’t like this?” Jiang Li’s voice held a note of grievance, though she found herself speaking more fluently now.

“No, it’s just… unfamiliar,” the woman said stubbornly. “And you can’t do this in front of others.”

Jiang Li obediently agreed, then asked timidly, “H-how should I address you? Wh-what’s your name?”

In Jiang Li’s mind, the woman was now her caretaker—providing shelter and delicious pheromones—so asking for her name felt somewhat impolite. She treaded carefully, afraid of displeasing her new benefactor.

The woman answered without hesitation, “My name is Bai Muqin. As for how you should address me, what do you think would be appropriate?”

“Bai Muqin,” Jiang Li murmured softly, feeling as though this name had appeared somewhere in her fragmented memories. She didn’t dwell on it and instead focused on the question Bai Muqin had tossed back at her.

After a moment’s thought, only one word came to mind. With a serious expression, she looked at Bai Muqin and said, “Master.”

Bai Muqin was visibly startled by the address, but hearing the word “Master” from Ah Li’s lips inexplicably stirred a reaction in her glands, sending an unexpected surge of pleasure through her. She was puzzled by her own response—did she have some latent S&M tendencies? Or was this just the side effect of prolonged abstinence?

“Don’t you like it?” Jiang Li asked softly, her voice sweet and tender. She truly couldn’t think of any other suitable term.

Bai Muqin leaned in closer, gently caressing Jiang Li’s cheek.

“I do.”

“Call me that a few more times. I like it.”

Jiang Li obliged: “Master.” “Master—” “Master——”

“Alright, alright, enough.” Bai Muqin took a few deep breaths to suppress the rising desire in her heart. Those repeated calls of “Master” had left her unbearably restless and coupled with Ah Li’s innocent yet irresistibly alluring face, she found herself entertaining all sorts of improper thoughts. She was an Omega, after all—why did she have the urge to dominate an Alpha?

Clearing her throat to mask her flustered state, she said, “Just like before, you can’t call me that in front of others. Normally, ‘Miss Bai’ will do.”

“Understood, Master,” Jiang Li replied obediently. Judging by Bai Muqin’s earlier reaction, she seemed to really like the title. Jiang Li felt a quiet happiness—she had successfully pleased her long-term caretaker, at least for now.

The scent of passionfruit in the air seemed to grow richer. Jiang Li inhaled deeply, enchanted, but then felt an itch at the nape of her neck and reached up to scratch it.

Remembering the doctor’s diagnosis that Ah Li’s scent gland was necrotic and incapable of marking, Bai Muqin called out softly, “Come here, lower your head.” She wanted to see for herself whether Ah Li’s gland was truly ruined—otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to rely on her safely during her heats.

Jiang Li obediently bowed her head. Bai Muqin brushed aside her hair, and the moment she saw the gland, her brows furrowed deeply.

The extent of the damage was clearly man-made. What should have been a delicate gland was now a grotesque, jagged scar. Bai Muqin couldn’t bear to imagine how much pain Ah Li must have endured when it was destroyed. No wonder she refused to speak of her past and had been so eager to seek shelter—she must have suffered immense cruelty.

Gently tracing the scar with her fingers, Bai Muqin spoke in a cool yet pitying tone, “If you ever remember who did this to you, tell your Master. I’ll make them pay.” It was hard to fathom—who could be so deranged as to destroy such a beautiful Alpha’s gland and abandon her in Huayin Alley to die?

“Thank you, Master.” For the first time, Jiang Li’s heart felt a deep, unwavering sense of belonging. She grew even more certain that she had chosen the right master.

The scent of passion fruit in the air had grown stronger than before. Jiang Li asked uncertainly, “Master, are you running a fever again?” Like a little animal, she nuzzled her head into the nape of Bai Muqin’s neck.

Bai Muqin didn’t resist, instead placing a hand on Jiang Li’s head, her tone laced with a hint of nervousness. “Go ahead and take it, but don’t kiss there.”

Jiang Li mumbled a barely coherent “Okay” before clinging to Bai Muqin’s shoulders and burying her face to savor the delicious scent. Fortunately, the concentration wasn’t as intense as the first time, so even without actively sucking, she quickly absorbed all the pheromones.

As the passion fruit fragrance faded to near nothingness, Bai Muqin instinctively embraced Jiang Li, as if savoring the afterglow of intimacy.

Jiang Li nestled gently against Bai Muqin’s soft chest like an obedient kitten, feeling like the happiest little fox in the world. Even the itch at the back of her neck wasn’t enough to make her lift a paw to scratch it.

Unseen by her, a faint pink bud had begun to emerge on the gland at the nape of her neck.